i didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or yell at the screen: http://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2010/06/my-year-without-sex/58592/ i really try to let people have their own experiences and value them but when reading this article, i couldn’t help but have a rolling ticker-tape narrative going under the screen like personal subtitles: oh wait, dear. just wait. or observe. or listen. hope absolutely nothing extraordinary happens to you and you cross those tenuous years from 55 to 55 and you widen around the middle, watch your hair thin, realize you really don’t look 35 anymore, and either have less interest in sex or find that there’s less interest in sex with you from either the general other-side-population or your significant other. THEN hope that nothing super-horrible happens – oh….like breast cancer, surgery, radiation, 4 months of chemotherapy, 30 pound weight-gains coupled with estrogen-robbing medications on a long-term basis – and see how it feels to be happy you have thinning hair since you were previously bald as a bowling ball, happy to be alive but with relatively few sexually-motivating feelings, and partnered with another middle-aged human who struggles with his own middle-aged issues. can we all say: OY. i’m going to write an article and call it: ‘my year without really good sourdough baguettes and white wine.’ i’m sure i’ll hear from carb-sensitive bloggers!